The boss' youngest brother

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I parked, but I didn’t run inside my ship just immediately. I had changed the lock on my shed. I didn’t change the lock of my steering house…
Tim would be inside, waiting for me, and I had to be strong and firm. I took a few deep breaths before I was ready.
And I stepped on board.

Tim was waiting for me in my bedroom. I had pictured him in my bed, naked, and I stopped at the bottom of my stairs when I saw I was right.

He smiled at me, covered with my blankets, his arms spreading out at me in a silent invitation.

Stepping towards the bed, my mind made up sneering remarks to send him away. My mouth didn’t want to say it. I sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at him, and I knew I wasn’t strong at all.

I’d missed him.

Tim sighed my name as I crawled against him, embracing him, and kissing him deeply without even saying a word.

He tasted so good…

His fingers clawed my short hair as he kissed me feverishly. His moans sent shivers down my spine, and I moved my hands over his skin, exploring him, taking in every familiar dip and curve. Eventually, I broke the kiss, and stared at him.

“No…” I said with difficulty. “You’re not mine anymore… We shouldn’t do this. You shouldn’t be here…”

Tim silenced me with another hot kiss, and began to undress me. I wanted to object. I wanted to stop his hands, and pull away, but I found myself pulling off my clothes for him without pulling my lips away. He threw back the covers, and pulled me against his naked skin.

“Oh god,” I groaned, unable to resist any longer, if I resisted at all. “I missed you so much…”

“I know,” breathed Tim, nuzzling my neck. “I know, Jake… I missed you too…”

He was hot and willing, eagerly pushing up against my body, writhing his hips in the most sensuous manner. I was hard in no time, and trembled as I touched his hips. He spread his legs for me.

“Do it…” he whispered. “Fuck me!”

“No,” I growled, grabbing his wrists and pinning him down. “Timmy, just look at yourself.” I looked down on him, my hips pressed between his legs, my cock throbbing against his notch. He squirmed and licked his lips, making me even harder, and I practically slipped inside of him as if my erection had a will of its own. But I kept still, and looked him in the eyes, refusing to give in.

“You’re not mine,” I said, slowly shaking my head. “I’m not just going to satisfy you, unless you break up with Gilbert. Do you understand me?”

Tim blinked, his lustful glazed eyes slowly focusing on my face. “Of course I will break up with Gilbert,” he said huskily. God how I missed that voice. “He means nothing to me…”

“And I? Do I mean anything to you?” Talking about his lover like that, made me think about my own meaning for him. “Or am I just a good fuck? A nice orgasm? Will you run back to him as soon as you’ve spilled your seed?”

Tim stared at me, his mouth hanging open a bit, and then he frowned. “You’re being mean,” he said. “I missed you, Jakey… I want you… to be with you, I mean. I promise.”

I let him go, and sat upright. “Then phone Gilbert, right now, and tell him you break up. Now, Tim, or you won’t have me anymore. Ever.”

To my pleasure, Tim pouted a bit, and instantly shot out of bed to grab his cellphone. He came back, knelt before me, and looked up the number. I decided to make it a bit harder for him, as a punishment.

As he dialed and waited for the connection, I did what he enjoyed so much in the past. I sat behind him on my knees, and with a large amount of lube I took from my drawer, I stuck two of my fingers deeply into his rectum.

He gasped. Just as the phone was answered. “Gilbert… It’s Tim. I-I have to tell you something…” He moaned ever so quietly as I pulled my fingers back, and wriggled them back inside. “It’s over,” said Tim with difficulty. “I’m breaking up with you. Last night was just the last straw and I- I want to be… with Jake…”

He fell forward, his ass pointing up, and spread his legs some more for me. Pressing the phone to his ear, I heard him sigh above the screaming voice coming from the phone. I moved my fingers firmly in and out, sliding in deeply before I drew back. Tim loved to be fingered, I remembered that clearly.

“Gilbert!” he gasped, interrupting the screams. “Fuck you! I’m with Jake, dammit, because I love him! Oh God I love him… Ahh… So much!”

I pushed my fingers inside, and crooked them as I made small, circular movements against his internals. I could feel his bladder, and aimed right beneath it. I felt his little nut throbbing as I rubbed against it. Tim almost dropped his phone.

“Shit…” He moaned clearly audible now, and practically forgot he had the phone still pressed against his ear. “Mm…”

I could hear Gilbert’s squeaky voice yelling from the phone. ‘You’re with him now! You’re fucked by him right as we speak?!’

I felt so bad, but I grinned devilishly, and gave a firm push against Tim’s prostate. The phone fell from his hand and he leaned on his arms, head bent forward, completely surrendering to his pleasure.

If I were Gilbert, I would’ve disconnected, but I believe he kept listening to Tim’s elate cries as I continued. Tim had forgotten all about him, or he didn’t care anymore. He moved his hips back and forth, riding my fingers, gasping and moaning and crying out my name.

My free hand slipped underneath him, and I grabbed his trembling erection. As my fingers continuously slid in and out, I began to stroke him at the same pace, dragging another delighted cry from his lips.

He fell on his side and rolled on his back. My fingers slipped out of him, but I lunged them back inside, determined to finish him the way he loved to come.

I gasped when he grabbed me in turn. “Ah yes… Jerk me,” I groaned. “Mmm… Make me come, Timmy…”

“Fill me!” he yelled. “Fuck me, fill me up, give it to me!”

“Mm… No, I think I’ll just finger you, as a punishment for leaving me,” I grinned down on him. “Ahh… Just feel that little sweet gland of yours. Remember how you came all over yourself, under my desk, Timmy? Remember how you bit on your hand, so you wouldn’t cry out, when I pushed my fingers deeply into your ass?”
I thrust hard up as I said it, and jerked a bit firmer. Tim’s cry was full of delight, and he clamped around my fingers as he squirmed.

“Yes! Oh yes, I remember… Ohh do it, do it! Punish me! Jake!”

Looking at that gorgeously twisted face almost made me come, but I held back. No way would I give in before him. Determinedly, I moved my fingers faster, ignoring the cramps in my muscles. I slapped inside, feeling him contract and spasm, hearing the sucking noises of his slick rectum.

Lucky for me, Tim stopped moving his hand. Lost in his pleasure, he pulled his legs up and opened up for me, allowing me to move even deeper and harder. I fucked him with my hand, and then I abruptly held still, grabbing him harshly as I pushed up.

He screamed. And he came, just as I’d made him come so often in the past, ejaculating as he milked my fingers.

“Oh yes, baby, that’s it… That’s it!” I pulled back, and fell between his legs. Without warning, and even before he finished his orgasm, I pressed mercilessly through his hot muscle. He still contracted as I slid inside. “Fuck yeah…”

I began to fuck him immediately, slamming my hips down and lashing his butt with my hips. I cried out, just as he had done, and he encouraged me with deep groans and curses. He was so slick and hot, my Timmy, and I slid my cock in and out and right through the hard contractions.

God, how I missed fucking like that. I spread his legs wider, holding his ankles between my sweating hands, and I lunged inside like a tireless piston. “Hng… Ahh… Oh yeah baby, here it comes… Ah yes…”

We cursed simultaneously, as I tensed up and held still. Buried deeply inside, I felt the first squirt leaving my cock, and I pulled back to smash in again.

I felt like coming for hours. Every time I pulled back, another spurt gushed inside, and I kept fucking him until I was completely dry.

“Holy shit…” I shuddered delightedly, and fell down on Tim’s perspiring body. “You’re so delicious,” I gasped. “So goddamn hot…”

Tim grabbed me between his arms, and showered my face with kisses. “I missed you,” he whispered between kisses. “I love you, I want you. You’re mine, all mine…”

It took a while before I could answer. “I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine,” I then said. “Or I’ll leave again. And then I won’t come back.”

“Fuck it, you’re staying…” Tim held me tight, and pressed his face into my hair. “And I’m staying too. I’m moving in again, and to hell with my brother.”

That made me laugh, and I just wanted to kiss him when my eye fell on his cellphone. “Hm,” I said as I picked it up. “Well, you won’t have to explain anything to Gilbert…”

I heard a cry, and finally the connection was cut. The guy must’ve heard everything. Such a voyeur…

Tim took the phone from me, and threw it off the bed before he closed me between his arms again. He sighed contentedly. “Are you happy?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “Perfectly happy.”

I guess I’ll never know what Gilbert had to say about it. Or Melle, for that matter. All I know is that Tim moved back in with me, and we weren’t disturbed for a very long time.

It won’t be like last time. This time, I want to invite Tim’s brother and sister in law over, for dinner and drinks. I want them to see how happy Tim is with me, and how we live together like a married couple, on my ship under the trees.

The sunsets are still clouded and red, as we look at it from the deck. My life is perfect again. And I’ll stay. Next time I move, I’ll make sure I’ll take Tim with me.

No way will I ever leave him again.

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